We fixed our van window this morning. Wait, let me back up. We got a rock thrown through our window! Our first or second day in Vegas, someone decided to lob a good ol' chunk of mother earth into our vehicle. The obect(or common house rock) broke the most impressive piece of stemware I own. We have been driving around with a trash bag on the side of our van ever since. Let me just say, it is uncomfortable enough having to drive a van. Add garbage to the equation, and you're looking at a thorough lesson in humility.


This was three months ago. We were well over the embarrassment, it was the whirring of a thin plastic sheet that had us batty. Jack called to have the replacement appraised. I won't give numbers, but we could have scrapped the van, sold only the windows, and bought a new van. A more appropriate temporary panel was crafted by Keith, from quite possibly the ugliest piece of wood on this or any other earth(I tried to think of something made of wood that I could compare it to, but no).

A little blood, paint, and sunburn later we had a window. Voila! The culprit was never apprehended, but a touch of humor may have them bested. And now for a word from our sponsors Respect The Van!

Eric M

photo by: Eric B.